Sensorium, Gun Range [Open]

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Javert's not fond of the Sensoriums, but he needed space to practice shooting; so there he was, at an old-fashioned gun range, practicing with imaginary powder and shot so as not to run low on his own sparse supplies. 

Anyone is free to approach him and ask why on earth he's still using single-shot, slow reloading, antique pistols that even when carefully aimed could barely hit the broadside of a barn.

He might even answer.

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Wyn doesn't know much about guns, but she pokes her head in anyway because she's suicidal curious. "Hi!" she says brightly, giving the only person in there a friendly smile.

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Javert turns his head, brow furrowed. "...YOu are on the team I lead, are you not?"

He hasn't met many of them. He needs to rectify that.

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"Um. Maybe?" Wyn says hesitantly, frowning thoughtfully. She'd been told what team she was on (she could remember that part), she just couldn't remember which one. "Which team do you lead?"

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"Team November." Javert thinks the names are patently ridiculous, having never heard of the system they seemed to be using alongside their alphabet. Why is his team named after a month? Honestly? Americans. They're all ridiculous.

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"Yeah, that's me! ... I think. I'm pretty sure, anyway." Wyn fiddles with her headphone cord anxiously. (And Wyn's not American! She's Irish!)

"Anyway, I'm Wyn Callahan." she continues with a smile. "Do we get to call you Captain or Supreme Leader or something cool like that?" Not that it matters what his answer is; if he's her team leader (and he is!), he will get an appropriately leader-ish nickname.

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Oh Javert wasn't calling her ridiculous. Yet.

"I am Javert. Inspecteur Javert will do fine-- I do not, in fact, hold the rank of Captain."

Wyn? This man is going to be either no fun at all, or hilarious.

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"Okay, then, Fearless Leader." Wyn says cheerfully, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Bouncebouncebounce. (And this is your team engineer, Javert. Having fun yet?)

"Have you met anyone else on the team? I haven't yet."

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Javert just stares at her for a moment. He's already making a list of reasons why this will not be fun. It's a long list.

"No, I have not."

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Wyn's list of why this will be fun only has one entry so far, but it's full of possibilities. "Are we allowed to change the name of our team? I've never liked November, it's all gray and cold and bleh." Wyn asks, playing with the cord of her headphones (and still bouncing slightly).

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"As I do not understand the name of the team, I have no objections." Javert stares at her for a second. "What do you do?"

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"... it's a month. The gray, cold winter month in which nothing exciting happens except for Guy Fawkes Day near the very beginning and then nothing." Wyn says after a moment, giving Javert a slightly baffled look.

"I'm an engineer! Actually, I think I'm the team engineer." And if that doesn't terrify Javert, nothing probably will.

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"I'm aware it's a month. I am not sure why it is a month, and an unpleasant one at that."

Well, Javert is staring a bit blankly as he tries to remember what that means she probably does. He knows it's very different from any engineer he would know, but he decides it's better not to ask for clarification and instead move on to a more important subject.

"Can you fire a pistol, or use any other form of weaponry?" She's not going anywhere with him if she can't defend herself.

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She could have said 'team mad scientist', but she's trying to make a halfway-decent impression on Fearless Leader Javert. It's probably not working.

"Er... not technically, no." Wyn says thoughtfully. "It's not something that I've really had to know." The 'not technically'-- well, she might as well have just said 'no', for all the good it's going to do her without a weaponized linear particle accelerator.

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Javert grunted. "Come here, then," and there's an antiquated pistol being shoved at her. Maybe someone should introduce Javert to modern weapons, but first he's going to introduce Wyn to some form of accessible weapon.

"Point, shoot. I will see what I have to fix." Poor, poor Wyn.

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"Oh God." Wyn says, her voice very small, as she almost drops the gun. She wasn't expecting it to be so heavy! "... um, is this necessary?"

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"Yes." He certainly sounded determined. "You'll be going nowhere with me if you cannot even defend yourself."

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Wyn... to be honest, Wyn has absolutely no idea what she's doing, mostly because first person shooters don't count as actual experience. Still, she carefully raises the gun with both hands and fires. It's nowhere near the target, and she winces when she realizes that she has just failed. Badly.

"Right, that could have gone better." she says, frowning at the gun.

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"Your grip is terrible." And there's a pair of massive hands changing the way she's holding the gun, and he steps back. "Stand like this." And he demonstrates, not letting up on his glare until she complies.

"Do it again." They could be here quite awhile.

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Wyn definitely complies, though mostly because she has no choice. She fires again, glaring at the target as if that will help the bullet hit, and-- well, maybe it did help. There's a tiny, tiny nick near the top left, which is more than enough to make Wyn celebrate.

"I hit the target!" she says excitedly, bouncing some more. At least she's not flailing the gun around?

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"...Bravo." Javert says dryly. He reloads the gun again before handing it back. "Again, but better."

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Wyn hums softly to herself as she tries again. She's improving (slowly), as her next shot leaves a clearly visible hole on the target.

"So that was better. ... slightly."

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"Indeed it was." Javert's voice was dripping with sardonic amusement. "If we continue on you may succeed in wounding your stationary attacker instead of startling him."

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"... if he's stationary, doesn't that mean that he's either dead, asleep, tied up, or unconscious or something and I can just walk past without bothering to shoot him?" Wyn asks hopefully.

[ooc: reposted because that ONE COMMA was going to annoy me if I left it. Sorry for the grammar OCD...]

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"Perhaps you would prefer the target be moving." And, thanks to the handy-dandy Sensoriums, now it is. Baaack and forth and Javert's getting a little too much sadistic enjoyment from this, perhaps.

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Wyn is so not impressed with this new development. "Well, if we're going to be cheating..." she mutters, glaring at the moving target. She places Javert's gun gently on the ground and something that vaguely resembles a miniature raygun pops into her free hand. (Pay no attention to the fact that it's bright pink.)

She aims and fires her new weapon, and a very large portion of the target is suddenly just gone. It's really kind of a shame she doesn't have her beloved particle accelerator with her on Stacy.

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Javert doesn't look very impressed. In fact, that raised eyebrow is thoroughly unimpressed.

"And can that leave this room?" He asks, unamused.

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"It's kind of a long story, actually. The short-ish version is no, but I can build a new one. It probably won't be pink, though." Well, Wyn's happy with her fake-raygun in the Sensoriums, anyway.